Quick Transmigrate to Have a Boyfriend

"Good news, bad news. Which one do you want to listen to, baby?"

The other students got up and said, "good news, good news."

Jiang Lang has no interest at all. After all, he has experienced his school days. The teacher's speech routine can only coax these young people, but not the old monster.

He took out his homemade calendar and drew the last circle. The mood and those ready to hear the good news of the students are particularly consistent, are excited to look forward to.

"Make up lessons this weekend. No one is allowed to go home unless there is a big event. Study hard, you little bunnies."

The class teacher's words were startled, all of a sudden gentle and amiable, all of a sudden momentum slowly rising.

"Ah What good news that is. " The students let out steam.

The teacher in charge of the class was eloquent. "It doesn't imply that you experienced the happiness of the holiday not long ago. It helps you recall the good times."

Jiang Lang's pen tip is broken, and Sunday is Yi Hu's birthday. He always spent it with Yi Han. Make up lesson There's no time.

"Is it Saturday or Sunday?" Jiang Lang asked.

Class teacher this look, learn bully are interested, then she is very happy, "this is the bad news."

After that, she put up her two fingers. The student immediately wanted to cry.

Jiang languo looks at the calendar book and frowns tightly. At that time, he can only see his moves.

"I want to make up lessons. I don't want to go home. I have to go back and forth. I have to study late. Please, you don't have to hide from me." Jiang Lang calls the man.

These two days, because of the sofa turn kiss, they have not met each other. Jiang Lang wakes up in the morning and has breakfast. When he comes home at night, he also has dinner, but there is no figure easy to hide.

Jiang languo sighs in his heart: he really knows his own journey, and he hides himself perfectly.

"Then Where do you live? " Yi Han stopped for a long time and asked.

"Only a few people were staying out. The head teacher applied to the school for an empty bed. I stayed here for one night." Jiang is walking home to pack. At least you have to take a suit of clothes and cover it. Although it's hot, I can't stand the changeable southern climate.

"Well."

The phone is down.

Jiang Lang holds the mobile phone, for a time did not respond. Then put away the mobile phone is a self-care angry.

What's the matter? Just one word.

Is he still angry?

Why are you still angry

There is no such straight.

In the brain a daydream, Jiang languo took a few clothes and then rushed to school.

As time goes by this weekend, he is waiting for an opportunity.

Borrowed the cosmetics secretly hidden by the girl at the next table and smashed it on her face.

"Jiang Lang, don't be so wasteful. Just paint on your face." The girl looks at Jiang languo's bold and unconstrained dosage, heartache ah.

No matter how handsome Jiang is, he is worthless in front of hard-earned cosmetics.

Give the girl a few big bags of snacks, the girl immediately quiet. In front of delicious food, cosmetics are not so important. As a student, it's better to eat quietly, grow body and brain.

Jiang languor succeeded, looking at the mirror in his contact lens box at the same table, his face was so pale that he had a comparison with making gastroenteritis.

He immediately raised his hand to follow the self-study teacher and said that he was not comfortable.

Jiang Lang was not enough to go to the health center. He had to go to the hospital, but he went to the cake shop on the way.

"Can you teach me how to make cakes?" Jiang languor smiles at the shop assistant's younger sister, making her beautiful.